Dodie Clark

Josh's mind drifted to Dodie, the musician he had been following online for a while. Her smaller physique and striking features had caught his eye immediately, but she had always seemed to be moving around the world, never in one place long enough to pin her down. Today, however, fate seemed to be smiling upon him. Josh remembered seeing Dodie's schedule posted on social media - she was attending a goat yoga session held in Josh's city. Perfect timing. Josh made his way to the bustling train station, having done some research on the best times to catch Dodie after her yoga session. He positioned himself near the exit for about twenty minutes when the doors slid open and Dodie stepped out, her hair slightly damp with sweat and her cheeks flushed from the workout. She was deep in conversation with another woman, and didn't to notice Josh at first.

Seizing his opportunity, Josh approached the two women, a friendly smile plastered on his face. "Excuse me, Dodie? I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

Dodie turned to face Josh, her brow furrowing sightly. "Oh, hello. Are you a fan?"

Josh smiled warmly, holding up his phone. "Actually, yes I am a big fan of yours. I was hoping I might be able to share something with you, if you have a moment."

He tapped play on a pre-made playlist, the opening notes of a soft, ambient melody filling the air between them. "I recently composed a few tracks inspired by your music. I thought maybe you could take a listen sometime, get a fresh perspective. What do you think?" Dodie hesitated for a moment, glancing at her friend uncertainly. However, the polite request and the intriguing offer proved too tempting to resist. "Alright, sure. I suppose I have a few minutes," she agreed. He handed her his phone, the ambient music still playing softly. "Just pop in your earbuds and hit play whenever you're ready. No pressure though!" Josh assured her.

As Dodie plugged in her earbuds and hit play on the mysterious tracks, the music began innocuously enough - a soft, repetitive beat accompanied by ethereal synth pads. But as the seconds ticked by, subtle changes crept in. The tempo slowed almost imperceptibly, the frequencies shifting to resonate with natural brainwaves. Subliminal messages began to weave themselves into the fabric of the song with soft whispers, barely audible. "Relax..." "Feel good..." "Obey..."

The subliminal elements grew as Dodie's eyelids began to droop, her body swaying slightly to the insistent rhythm. Her eyes glazed over, pupils dilating as the hypnotic frequencies did their work. Josh watched on, trying to hide his pride at the scene unfolding before him. "How are you feeling, Dodie?" Josh asked, his tone dripping with false concern. "Are you enjoying the music? Do you want to hear more of what I have to show you?"

Dodie blinked slowly, her gaze unfocused as she struggled to process Josh's words through the haze of the hypnotic audio. "Y-yes," she mumbled. "More..." She handed the phone back to Josh, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated. "What else do you want to show me?"

Josh glanced over at Dodie's friend, realizing he hadn't accounted for her presence. A sly smile crossed his face as he formulated a plan. "What's up with her?" she asked, placing a protective hand on Dodie's shoulder.